The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: A WET DREAM

Finnegan

Her lips pressed against my cock through the fabric of my pants, brushing a soft, teasing kiss that sent every nerve ending in my body into overdrive. My spine went rigid, shoulders locked in and my breath got trapped somewhere between my lungs and throat.

Red.

She knelt before me on the plane. It was dark and for some reason I wouldn’t see her eyes, but I could see, feel, everything else- especially that gloriously hot mouth teasing at my cock.

My hand shot out, fingers tangling in that gorgeous red hair, winding the silky strands around my fist. She purred and the sound vibrated against my cock straining to be let out. My hips jerked forward involuntarily and a low grunt left my lips.

She kissed me again, those plump lips pressing against the massive tent in my pants. Her tongue darted out, traced the outline of my cock through the fabric.

Fuck.

Heat pooled low in my belly, coiled tightly and dangerously. My grip on her hair tightened and the little minx gave a breathy moan as she kept kissing and teasing.

"Please? Please let me have your cock, sir," She whimpered, looking up at me. I still couldn’t make out what the color of her eyes were and I would if I could think straight, but I needed that mouth wrapped around my cock, or I was really going to lose my shit.

I let go of her hair, the soft silky strands sliding through my fingers. Her hands immediately went to my zipper. The metallic sound made my cock pulse harder- knowing she was closer to getting my cock already had my nerves shot as hell. God, who was this woman and what was she doing to me?

A deep groan left my throat as she reached in, soft, slender fingers wrapping around my throbbing cock, pulling me free. The cool air hit my heated skin for half a second before her mouth was on me.

Christ.

Wet, silky wet heat wrapped around my shaft and like some teenager, precum spurted down my dick. Her pink velvet tongue stuck out and swirled up the veiny shaft, teasing my skin before those lips stretched around my girth, taking me in deep.

My breath snagged, another groan slipped from my lips as my cock hit the back of my throat.

Sweet lord in heaven, she was killing me.

Her clothes had vanished, somewhere, somehow. She knelt naked between my legs now, those perfect breasts that I had groped and squeezed on the plane bouncing with every movement of her head.

My eyes locked on them, watched them jiggle as she sucked me harder, took me deeper. Her nipples stood peaked, dusky pink, practically begging for my hands.

But I couldn’t move. My fingers dug into the armrests. My lungs burned from holding my breath. It got expelled with a hiss when her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, traced the ridge and licked against that sensitive spot just beneath the tip. White spots exploded behind my eyelids.

My hips jerked forward, pushing deeper into her mouth. She hummed around me, the vibration shooting up my spine like lightning.

More, baby, I needed more.

I fisted her hair again, holding her in place as I thrust, hanging on to her silky hair like my life fucking depended on it. My naughty Red moaned, taking every inch of my cock.

The feel of her throat constricted around my length ripped a guttural sound from my chest. Those breasts kept bouncing. So fucking hypnotic and beautiful. I wanted to reach down, grab them, feel their weight in my palms again. I wanted to pinch those nipples until she moaned around my cock.

My breathing came harsh and ragged. The pressure at the base of my spine intensified, coiled tighter, ready to snap. She hollowed her cheeks, making wet little noises as she sucked harder. Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, cupping my balls-

God, yes!

I thrust again and again, using her mouth, chasing that release that hovered just out of reach. My balls tightened. The tension wound tighter, then her tongue did something devastating, licking down my cock straight to my balls and the coil snapped.

"Red!"

My eyes flew open to meet the darkness. A dim light from my bedside drawer reflected a bit of my bedroom ceiling. The familiar weight of my duvet tangled around my legs. Shit! It was just a dream. My cock throbbed against my boxers, achingly hard, the fabric damp with precum. I could still feel her mouth on me and those perfect tits bouncing.

With a groan, I shoved my hand into my underwear. My fingers wrapped around the length of my cock, all slick and hot, and I pumped fast and hard.

I closed my eyes and she was there again. On her knees. Those lips wrapped around me. Those breasts jiggling with every movement. I needed to find her. I would pay anything to get to touch her, hold her while I sink into that tight cunt again.

My hand moved faster, grip tightening around my shaft. The friction sent sparks up my spine, making me throw my head back, grunting for her. My other fist twisted in the sheets. The memory of the way she’d felt around me, hot and tight and perfect. The sounds she had made. The way she had begged for more.

...I want you to fuck me, fast and hard...

The orgasm slammed into me. A deep roar let my lips, every muscle in my body going taut as I came hard. Hot cum surged from my cock, spilling over my fingers, my abs, the waistband of my underwear.

"Red," I panted, dropping my head back against the pillows, chest heaving, hand still wrapped around my softening cock. My heart hammered against my ribs.

This was spiraling. I just touched myself to a strange woman I met on a plane. I had to have lost my damned mind. Throwing an arm out, I grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, wiped my hand and stomach, then I reached into the drawer.

My fingers found the black card immediately, smooth and cool against my palm. The word SANCTUARY embossed in silver lettering caught the dim light from my lamp.

Henry had pressed it into my hand months ago when we were drinking at his house.

"When you’re ready," he had said with that knowing smirk. I had rejected his idea like it burned me. A fucking sex club? I could only imagine the PR nightmare if it ever got out.

Mother calling...

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